As you journey to the center of the world, feel free to read the death announcements of those dwarves that suffer your neglect.

One billion b-balls dribbling simultaneously throughout the galaxy. One trillion b-balls being slam dunked through a hoop throughout the cosmos. I can feel every single b-ball that has ever existed at my fingertips, I can feel their collective knowledge channeling through my veins. Every jumpshot, every rebound and three-pointer, every layup, dunk and free throw.

quote:Originally posted by Jonestown:<STRONG>If there is going to be 20 people in this game, then count me out.</STRONG>

You know how a succession game works, right?

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As you journey to the center of the world, feel free to read the death announcements of those dwarves that suffer your neglect.

One billion b-balls dribbling simultaneously throughout the galaxy. One trillion b-balls being slam dunked through a hoop throughout the cosmos. I can feel every single b-ball that has ever existed at my fingertips, I can feel their collective knowledge channeling through my veins. Every jumpshot, every rebound and three-pointer, every layup, dunk and free throw.

As you journey to the center of the world, feel free to read the death announcements of those dwarves that suffer your neglect.

One billion b-balls dribbling simultaneously throughout the galaxy. One trillion b-balls being slam dunked through a hoop throughout the cosmos. I can feel every single b-ball that has ever existed at my fingertips, I can feel their collective knowledge channeling through my veins. Every jumpshot, every rebound and three-pointer, every layup, dunk and free throw.

Every year our clan chooses a new dwarf to lead them. It was decided even before the first strikes against the mountain. It is widely believed that this is so no one dwarf becomes to powerful in the decision-making for our new mountain home.

And thus, I, Gaul Freecraft, swordsdwarf, have been chosen now. May I be blessed by the gods above in my dealings with these rocky halls.

11th Granite

The Elves have arrived. I order that our rock crafts be brought to the depot. We'll see if they bring us anything useful. I have my doubts.

14th Granite

An ambush! A squad of goblin macemen stand at our gates!

Me and Kadol, an elite wrestler, decide to go out and be the first to meet the cowards! They will not stand a chance!

Dumat Morulfoker, Hamlet Manager

23rd Granite

Gaul lies dead, as well as several other dwarves. I take it upon myself to rule the fort until the beginning of next year. I have decided to arm our entire military with short swords, lest the green bastards strike again!

15th Slate

Migrants arrive to help us out. They will probably end up being more of burden. The sheriff has now named himself captain of guard and has formed the fortress guard. And Ol' Mirropicks is now mayor and now desires a bed room, office, a dining room. I'll have to get right on that.

In other news, all those who died have been buried in the fortress symbol. Gaul lies in a copper sarcophagus in the tip of the axe, as I am sure he would have wanted.

27th Felsite

Today the last stone was placed in what I shall christen The Gaul Memorial Bridge, which spans the chasm in the middle of our fortress. It looks positively marvelous, in my opinion.

Looking good so far Gaulgath. Has anyone been able to get the map compressor working for them?

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As you journey to the center of the world, feel free to read the death announcements of those dwarves that suffer your neglect.

One billion b-balls dribbling simultaneously throughout the galaxy. One trillion b-balls being slam dunked through a hoop throughout the cosmos. I can feel every single b-ball that has ever existed at my fingertips, I can feel their collective knowledge channeling through my veins. Every jumpshot, every rebound and three-pointer, every layup, dunk and free throw.

Today, two skeletal elk charged into the fortress, and two of our sword-armed soldiers charged into the entry halls, destroying both easily. Yet it still worries me that they could make such an attack. Next time they may come in larger numbers, and we may not fare as well.

14th Hematite

A human merchant baroness arrived with the usual trade caravan. Ol' Mirrorpicks will meet with her shortly. I have told her some things that our fortress needs after overlooking the stocks. I'm not sure she was exactly paying attention, but hopefully she won't request anything positively useless.

17th Hematite

Today we held the election. I do not quite understand why, but today I was elected mayor over Ol' Mirrorpicks!

Even more good news: the humans brought over a dozen of precious logs. They are extremely cheap, considering our situation. They also brought exotic meats, cheeses and drinks which I will have to enjoy later.

All this for our obsidian crafts. I am most pleased with the trading.

20th Hematite

Another ambush! Once again, it is a squad of macegoblins. They seem to be led by an axegoblin too. I do not wish to risk more of our warriors in a foolish and pointless engagement.

21st Hematite

They charged down our halls before the bridge could be raised to block them. The human mercenary guards killed them swiftly, but not before they could take the life of Ast Alathkesh, an animal trainer.

26th Hematite

The greenskins ambush us again! This time they bring bows, deadly to even the most skilled of our soldiers. I order the drawbridge closed, not wanting to risk any close encounters.

...It seems a single one of their bow-goblins has made it safely past our drawbridge. He chased a craftsdwarf down the halls, but missed every shot. He now lingers just outside the main entrance.

6th Malachite

I conducted the meeting with the merchant baroness today. I requested some drinks, wood, and iron bars.

16th Malachite

The humans left today. They slaughtered the goblins with only one wound to a mace man. I am most grateful.

9th Galena

I ordered our military to attack some skeletal elk that had wondered near our fort. One of our soldiers foolishly charged ahead of the rest of the group and was trampled to death. Still, I can not help but feel guilty.

20th Limestone, Early Autumn

The Dwarven caravan arrived in our depot toady. We traded our crafts for much of their items.

7th Timber

Imush Tulonavuz, pump operator, has begun acting peculiarly secretive recently. We will be keeping an eye on her.

...Well, she took two lumps of obsidian and began working on something in a craftsdwarf workshop. Curious.

11th Timber

Imush finished what she was working on. It's an obsisdian bracelet. An expensive trinket, I suppose, but of little use to us. Regardless, she seems to be a rather excellent stone carver now. One might even say... legendary.

15th Moonstone, Early Winter

Today, the last non-military dwarf received a bed. Fortress guards also get beds to avoid cluttering up the barracks.

22nd Moonstone

We lost many good dwarves this day. We were faced with a goblin ambush right in our halls. First it was a squad of spears, who were discovered by a mechanic just in front of the depot. Our military responded quickly, and a marksdwarf shot down many of them as they charged down the halls and attacked our swordsdwarves.

Then that same marksdwarf was ambushed by a squad of axegoblins in the entry halls. He perished quickly. They killed three more dwarves. Two recruits and a miner who was drafted to help fight back the enemy.

Our swordsdwarves ended up routing the enemy, yet I wish they could have done it sooner.

23rd Moonstone

Another goblin ambush! Is their no end to my misery? It is outside this time, but with bowgoblins. I must order the drawbridge to close.////////////

We lost more good dwarves this day. Ingish, our best soldier, bravely charged against the bowgoblins. Even as the arrows found their marks in his flesh he did not relent, and killed one of the bastards before he fell to the ground. The others were either blocked by the drawbridge and retreated or fell to a step into our weapon traps. Yet still, our once proud military has dwindled to two swordsdwarves and the fortress guards.

Mark my words, their deaths shall be avenged.

23rd Opal, Midwinter

I have ordered my office engraved. It was simply not good enough for a mayor of any kind. Nish, our legendary engraver, created some magnificent pieces there. I am most impressed.

25th Obsidian

A gem cutter seems to have withdrawn from society. I think I know what's wrong with him...

He's claimed a jewelers workshop, just as I suspected he would.

27th Obsidian

He's working with some rough wax opals we had lying around in a bin. I wished him luck, but got no reply. Honestly, he rather frightened me.

1st Granite, Early Spring

My job as fortress Overseer is now over. I wish my successor the best of luck.